The Breakup | Five Hargreeves x Reader Story

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Y/n Pov

I stared at the devilishly handsome boy before me. His eyes filled with a mix of dismay and fear. He was rooted to the spot, frozen. My head was pounding, my body sore. But even that didn't stop me from pranking. I sat up, adjusting myself on the hospital bed. It was dark outside, and the room was dim. Thank God because my eyes hurt at the slightest trace of light. I pressed my lips together, fighting a smile.

"I'm sorry, Five." He frowned at me, confused, astilting his head slightly to the side, his mouth partially open. "I guess it was a bad joke."

He gave me a puzzled look before shaking his head. A faint smile curled up his lip. "Bad joke?" He narrowed his eyes at me. "You're an evil woman." His tone was teasing, and I chuckled.

"Please, don't make me laugh. I'm all sore."

"You started it." Five shook his head, now smiling broadly. "You frightened me to death."

"Are you mad?" I asked.

He brought his hand to my face, caressing my cheek. "I couldn't be mad at you. I'm over the moon that you woke up." Five leaned into my ear and lowered his voice. "I'll punish you later."

He winked at me before leaving a soft kiss on my lips before our eyes locked.

"For a moment there, I thought I lost you." His tone was low, soft. "And it was the worst feeling I've ever experienced."

I drowned in the his greenish-blue eyes, butterflies dancing in my belly. I wanted to tell Five that I was falling for him or that perhaps I already had, hard. But I couldn't. The words wouldn't come out of my mouth. I was scared it was too soon, and I would scare him off, lose him, and that thought was frightening. Five slid his hand to the back of my hand, gently leaning in to kiss my forehead.

"I'll call a doctor," he whispered, and I shook my head, yes, breathing out heavily. I haven't out heavily. I hadn't found the courage to tell him that I loved him.

"Everything seems fine," the doctor, a pleasant Hindi beauty, stated as she wrote her notes down on the patient record. "You'll be good to go home tomorrow. We'll keep you for observation for the night."

I nodded, acknowledging, smiling at her. Despite that being her job, I was grateful for her help. Five was standing next to me, resting against the wall next to the window. His hands crossed on his abdomen. I scanned him carefully all the way from his black dress shoes up to his black suit, wondering what secrets he had. What dark things I didn't know about this boy I was falling for.

"Your family is waiting outside to see you," the doc's soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Do you want me to let them in?"

I glanced at Five, who stood by my side like a bodyguard, taking a deep breath, As much as I didn't want to see my father, I knew it was inevitable. "Yes, let them in, please."

The doctor nodded and gave me a polite smile before she left. I heard her soft voice through the door she left ajar, updating my family about my condition before telling them they could come in.

"Y/n, shit, thank God!" Jayme ran through the door, reaching her hand to hug me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just... sore."

"We were so worried about you, Number eight." My fathers stern voice rang in my ears.

Wow... he really has some nerve.

Sloane sat on the edge of my bed, caressing my hair, staring at me with her brows furrowing and a worried gaze. "The doctor said we can take you home tomorrow. We'll take care of you. I promise."